Located in the middle of Sacramento ghetto, our office, like somebody once called it, reminds me of a community apartment or dormitory. You always know if someone sneezes at the end of the hall, brings donuts, or pretends to sleep behind the computer screen. Like in every dorm, no one likes to do the dishes, everyone complains about the room temperature, and supports a sport team that seems to never be able to win a game. Nevertheless, everyone seems to be obsessed with either kids, dogs, or food; sometimes even all of these at the same time.
We LOVE to work as much as we love to play, hug our clients as we do our friends, and treat them as part of our own family. We learn our news from Youtube, discuss it through YahooIM, and interpret it into the PDC (Performance Driven Culture). Also, little things make us happy. It doesn’t matter if it’s a thank you email from one of the clients, a scheduled marketing appointment for a group of 2 lives, a Jelly Belly jar on Kelly’s desk, or a recited quote from the Anchorman or the Office.
The sad thing is that the more comfortable I feel myself around here, the more I realize I’m going to miss this place with all the characters who work here:
Craig: Brain-man
Dale: Big Daddy
Simon: Swashbuckle
Kelly: Mama Mia
Megan: Mega Prega
John B: Rip Van Winkle
Jon P: Pyle of DJ
Corrine: Rin-Run
Renee: Big Mama
Lee: The Lady Babe
Debby: The banker
Tracie: Two shoes
Vinny: The big V
Sherida: Fitness fanatic
Rob: Hot shot
Lisa & Cindy: The twins
~Kristina @ Sac GBS



